Full-time girlfriend: Why would you work when I am here?

What Gu Zongnan invited Song Pingqing to see was indeed the smart home system developed by his team.

But it is completely different from the original entry.

The work that Gu Zongnan submitted for the competition was, at best, a semi-finished product among semi-finished products.

It was still the era of 2G network, and the most core issue of smart home was the way of signal transmission.

A lot of the content later on was not suitable to be watched with the nanny at home, but Xiuxiu insisted on going, so Song Pingqing had to hold her.

Tsk, with such short legs and walking so slowly, yet still coming to help me with the work, how “annoying”.

Gu Zongnan took Song Pingqing into the laboratory of Xingyao Group.

Song Pingqing held Xiuxiu's long legs and stepped in. Gu Zongnian chased after him and explained: "In January this year, 3G network was fully launched on the market, and I have been trying to do this."

"You should put on the masks, the new equipment will have some smell." While chasing, he took out two new masks from his pocket, and Xiuxiu's was even a small size for children.

It was really difficult for Gu Zongnan to find a children's mask with sufficient functions in such a short time.

Since Jianguo and Yan Que appeared one after another, Gu Zongnan gradually learned to take care of his friends in his smooth life, and was no longer a rich young master who waited for others to do everything for him.

How to take care of others' self-esteem, how to care about friends, and how to give friends appropriate emotional feedback have gradually become part of Gu Zongnan's way of dealing with people.

That's good. As friends, we should always support each other and help each other grow together.

As a young master, Wen Zhuo can talk nicely and coax people, but he is less sincere and open than Gu Zongnian. This is why he has not been able to fully integrate into the team.

Xiao Xiuxiu took the mask from Gu Zongnian and put it on, saying sweetly, "Thank you, brother."

Gu Zongnian also wore a mask, but the mask could not hide his happy expression at all: "Hehe, it's worth it that I specially asked someone to buy it for me."

The bodyguard behind him said, "Yes, we did buy it. More than 30 bodyguards went out in one day just to buy this thing. You have the nerve to say that."

Song Ping put on the mask with one hand and walked in with Gu Zongnan.

There are many household appliances in the laboratory that look similar and have similar functions. They are all labeled with dates and versions, and there is a rope hanging on it to hold the experimental report.

Gu Zongnian explained to Song Pingqing: "This is a part of the test products. Now on average, a new one will be produced for debugging every half a month."

"The smart home products that have been made so far that meet the standards include air conditioners, TVs, washing machines, humidifiers, speakers, curtain tracks, and smart switches."

In order to show off, Gu Zongnan listed a lot of home appliances like he was naming dishes.

This was simply to tell Song Pingqing that he had already made smart versions of common electrical appliances in life.

Song Pingqing didn't give him the chance to show off, and directly exposed his little thoughts: "You have to make it so complicated when you can just say it in one sentence."

By the way, I joked: "The Chinese teacher is about to cry."

Gu Zongnan is the kind of person who would become overly brilliant with a little sunshine. He must never be complacent, or he will be doomed if he is.

"Give me a chance to show off." Even though his little thoughts were exposed, Gu Zongnan was not angry. He walked forward with Song Pingqing and Xiuxiu.

They quickly passed through the machines and came to a door. Gu Zongnan swiped his card to open the door, indicating that Song Pingqing could continue his visit.

There were no lights on and no windows in the room. Song Pingqing could only use the light from the corridor to determine that this was an application room decorated to resemble a living room.

Gu Zongnian stood at the door and called out, "Xiaoyue, turn on the lights in the living room."

There was a blue light flashing a few times in the room, and the light turned on three seconds after Gu Zongnan finished speaking.

"There is a delay." Song Pingqing judged.

"We have tried our best to shorten the time." Gu Zongnian said, "Huang Ruiyuan is almost bald."

Song Pingqing was speechless for a while: You are really worthy of it, Gu Zongnan. Is this the right thing to say to someone who comes to find fault?

Behind the door is a living room of about 40 square meters, which is decorated completely in the style of a normal home.

Very normal and ordinary.

There are no gorgeous decorations, no ornaments placed to create an atmosphere, and no deliberate high-end efforts. It is just simple and ordinary.

Song Pingqing walked in and looked around. As expected, he saw a bedroom next to it, which was also of an ordinary style.

Gu Zongnian didn't realize that Song Pingqing was here to find fault. He just followed behind her and explained the situation to her seriously: "This system was made by Huang Ruiyuan and Yan Que together."

Song Pingqing stayed here for two hours and had to admit that Gu Zongnan had his own skills. These smart home appliances were indeed quite good.

"I know that many of the products have functions that are beyond our reach," Gu Zongnian said as he left the lab. "But I hope that ordinary families can also use them. Many of the furniture products have been installed in the dormitories of R&D staff, and the feedback we have received so far is very good."

"Wherever the market is, Xingyao's products will be sold there."

Song Pingqing conveyed all of this to Murong Xue that night, and said with a sigh: "Gu Zongnian has become more down-to-earth."

"But these functions are indeed excessive for us." Murongxue did not have as many emotions as Song Pingqing and remained calm. "The only thing that is somewhat useful is turning on the lights and curtains."

The air conditioner and humidifier have a four-season constant temperature system, there are nannies and maids to do the laundry and cooking, and TV is not watched often.

Murong Xue was telling the truth.

"I actually like this system very much." Song Pingqing sighed, "What a pity."

It no longer fits their current living environment.

No matter how much Song Pingqing loves working, it is impossible for him to take care of a large flat of more than 1,000 square meters by himself. Wouldn't that be fatal?

"Yeah." Murong Xue was silent for a while before speaking, "If you really like it, just treat it as a company benefit."

Song Pingqing said "Huh" and fell into deep thought.

She can't use them, but these can save a lot of time for her top purple arrow workers!

Murong Xue stopped talking and when she heard Song Pingqing fall into deep thought, she stopped talking and continued writing and drawing on the documents in front of her.

Really, if Song Pingqing didn't like it, she would definitely not bother to take the time out of her busy schedule to say this.

"I understand." Song Pingqing's voice was much lighter. "I will go to Gu Zongnian to discuss it tomorrow."

Murong Xue raised the corner of her mouth: "Well, it's not a big deal, don't be too tired."

"I know." Song Pingqing's voice was much gentler, "You too."

Murong Xue's mouth curled up even more: "When I get back, I want to eat clay pot stew."

"Okay." Song Pingqing casually wrote it down in his little notebook, "Tell me what you want to eat, and I'll make it for you when you come back."

Murong Xue felt better when she heard the rustling sound of the pen tip hitting the paper.

"I still want to drink the Judeo."

"The earliest we can do that is in late autumn, when oranges are in season."

"Then I want to drink hand-made lemon tea."

"Okay." Song Pingqing's pen tip rustled.

"Add crispy poppers."

"Okay." Song Pingqing's pen tip continued to rustle.

All of Murong Xue's little thoughts were satisfied, and she decided to stop while she was ahead: "Wait for me to get back."

"Okay." Song Pingqing subconsciously wrote these four words in the notebook.